Page 73 of Bad for You
“Okay.”
His grin widened, heart-stoppingly gorgeous, then he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the room he used and set me on a table.
He rested his hands on my thighs. “Where do you want it?”
That sounded kind of dirty and my lady parts perked up. But instead of jumping him, I held out my arm and touched the inside of my forearm. “Here.”
He took my arm, leaned in, and kissed the sensitive skin there. “Perfect.”
I sat nervous as he got things ready. “Is it going to hurt?”
“Yeah, it can hurt, but nothing you can’t handle. Have you seen me? I’m a fucking baby, if it was that bad, you think I’d look like this?”
I giggled, giddy and excited and nervous all at once. He was just trying to make me feel better. Jesse was not a baby, he was a badass, and if he thought I could handle it, then I believed I could as well.
Twenty minutes later I was looking down at my forearm, at the little blue, black, and white bird Jesse had tattooed on my skin, wings extended, taking flight.
It was awesome. “I love it, so much.”
“Glad to hear it. It looks cool,” Jesse said as he smeared some kind of ointment over it, then covered it with gauze. “You can take that off in a few hours.”
“I can’t wait to show Eves.” I gave Jesse a wide-eyed look. “Trix is gonna be pissed, though. She’s been trying to get her hands on my ‘virgin skin’ for ages.”
“Too bad, it’s mine,” he said gruffly and kissed me.
“Thank you,” I said against his lips. “You always make me feel better.”
“That’s my job, Bambi.”
The way he said that made me shiver, in a good way. A really good way.
“And I always make you horny as well, yes?” he said, a goofy, hopeful expression on his face.
And then he had me laughing again. “I’m a horny mess ninety-nine percent of my day,” I said between giggles.
He made a tutting sound. “Only ninety-nine? Looks like I need to up my game.”
His big hands squeezed my thighs and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Your game is just fine.”
“You ever been fingered in a tattoo parlor before, Lila?” he asked casually.
My breath caught in my throat. “Can’t say that I have, Jesse.” I would have squeezed my thighs together if he hadn’t been standing between them.
“Well, that’s a crying shame.” He snapped open the button of my jeans. “I think we should remedy that, don’t you?”
I nodded. How did he do this to me? Make me crave him in an instant, so badly I hurt.
He undid my zipper and I gripped his biceps as his hand slid down the front of my underwear.
I gasped and Jesse hissed.
“Love how wet you always are for me,” he said roughly.
He toyed with my clit and I moaned helplessly, my fingers biting into his muscles harder.
“Right, change of plans. Have you ever been fucked from behind over a table in a tattoo parlor, Lila?”
I shook my head, half laughing, half panting while trying to angle my hips for more of his touch at the same time. He removed his hand and lifted me before I realized what was happening, then he spun me so I was facing away from him and bent me over the padded massage-style table I’d just been sitting on. My jeans and panties were tugged down next and Jesse moved up behind me.
